C109 Love Letter(17)

The cradle swayed gently, the pink dress doll covered by the baby's flower quilt, the song singing beside her ear, the flickering candle flame dancing on the wall.

The golden skirt was stained with deep red marks, and there were wrinkles on her skin. Her Adam's apple protruded out.

The night was heavy and deep, and it slipped in through the gaps in the window and blended into her fingertips